that first morning
when the air quivers
out of bow of coldness
and aims past days into
a new summer when life is
vibrant and moving past you in blaze.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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Comments3
The start of new growth is with us.
Very true!
Spring is known for loosing Cupid's arrows. Your bowman takes on a flight to Summer and I can't wait. Yet, time is ever fleeting, and Summer burns off in a flash. Good one Joe, enjoyed the hell out of it. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil!
A beguiling read Jon - and penned to draw from just a few lines the vibrance of warmer days.
Thank you Fay!
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